This is a song about "Hotline miami"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

And i need you to show me love

That i burn up like miami beaches/

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Time to give you the miami roar

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Probably getta summer home, in miami