This is a song about "Heat and temperature"

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Az is my home and love the heat

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

I can't stand the temperature,

I’ll never use a rubber