This is a song about "Heater"

And there's little to be glad for

Watch as i turn up the heater/

You ever paid attention in there? me either

In this arena we in it's a tempermental heater

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

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

Leave no remains and get my heater and untuck it/

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Take out my heater and shoot? cmon just dare me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city