This is a song about "Heat recovery steam generators"

Your developmental league don’t see a team

But fuck destiny i'm flyin contrary propelled by steam

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Have no souls indeed

You hating you gone get that heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

We can't catch the beat

A peanut in the heat