This is a song about "My temperature s rising"

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I can't stand the temperature,

She made my temperature droped like i landed

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Inevitable rising is what i symbolize

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice