This is a song about "Heater"

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

I'm a fire breather, with a heater, coming out of the nether, from underneath ya

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

In this arena we in it's a tempermental heater

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

Leave no remains and get my heater and untuck it/

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Take out my heater and shoot? cmon just dare me

That damier bag i bought her

Watch as i turn up the heater/