This is a song about "Heat recovery steam generators"

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

African queen got what you need

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

I got a dollar and a dream

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

But bein honest i'll prolly smoke it all then rap to blow off steam

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

A peanut in the heat

But i'm not worried

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass