This is a song about "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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Watch as i turn up the heater/

Fuck rap, i'll fuckin smash your head into a heater

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Take out my heater and shoot? cmon just dare me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

No particular reason just tryna make sure we don't have to blast the heater

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

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

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature