This is a song about "Heat recovery steam generators"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

We blowin' off the steam when we really unplugged,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

If i was in a different position would i still need recovery?

Last of a dying breed

A peanut in the heat

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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