This is a song about "Heat waves"

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

A peanut in the heat

I keep my money neat

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

You hating you gone get that heat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Amazed astonished and dazed never phased by the tidal waves

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode