This is a song about "Feel the heat sale"

Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I just wanna smoke green, i like to feel the heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

And you know i got the heat.

I follow wherever the heat goes.

Tryna stay clear of my foes

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Cause talk is cheap

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat