This is a song about "Heat squad"

More money that mean less sleep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The squad on lock no key

If he does my soul to keep

You hating you gone get that heat

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got