This is a song about "Facts about heat"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

If you can't take the heat

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Never give up never face the facts

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To reality and to the facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

On the assist is d-wade, it's all about the heat plays

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Niggas runnin round carrying heat