This is a song about "Heat hate"

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

She always comin back

37. packin heat like a mag,

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Surviving in the cold takes more than the heat of rage and hate,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight