This is a song about "Ghetto getting heated"

Bun b, i’m underground king

A ghetto in the making.

Give me heated bars,your whack rhymes were so unread

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Going broke, no sir

Than a ghetto blaster

Me im heated you better believe it several hearts control alt deleted

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

In tongues my heart racing sweat dropping from my heated up skin i would go

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin