This is a song about "Rising heat from the city"

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

So if i do call it's just a check

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Who came from the city of casa grande

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

While outstanding, i'm astounding, and rising, from the ground,

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I'm a son of a gun

In the land of the rising sun