This is a song about "In the heat of the night"

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Like night of the living dead

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Rerunning through the events of this fine night

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Ca't stand the heat get out of the kitchen

I want to fight the music on this one

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Evil like the opposite of the dark night in the darkest night under a bright street light