This is a song about "Energy heat waves and matter"

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

And you know i got the heat.

I said i got my ass beat

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Is while you and my waves will never be tidal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep