This is a song about "I spit heat"

I'm stuck with that

Everything that i spit,

Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I live on the beach its sunny outside kids playin in da heat

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I got a mind set saying to follow the heat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

As i laugh at gees that talk about blast that heat,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame!

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Sometimes i think, what i need

And you know i got the heat.