This is a song about "Heat and cops"

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Az is my home and love the heat

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

And the significance of cops

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Just to pay to eat and sleep with fuckin heat on tomorrow

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Sayin' that you were tazered and fought 6 fucking cops

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Come to my street and try to handle this heat