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

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Even in the dead of night, my niggas lurk

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Who spend the whole night in front of his mirror spitting verses

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

Indubitably i'm too street

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

Studio fifty four if we get the props right