This is a song about "Heat you"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

An if you got beef i hold tha heat like insulation,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

You can't handle my heat like the spurs in the moment

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

So you got some bars, you thinking you spitting heat?

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks