This is a song about "Humidity"

Cover this track like a motha fuckin laminate

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

A peanut in the heat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

After the blood, the sweat, the tears, i dedicate this right here

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

Indubitably i'm too street

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

And you know i got the heat.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat