This is a song about "Heat recovery steam generators"

We blowin' off the steam when we really unplugged,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

False recovery, i can't be

More money that mean less sleep

You hating you gone get that heat

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Sometimes i think, what i need

If you can't take the heat

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

No recovery in sight, so there was no use to fight.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery" cause there is no chance,