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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

It was the best as there was no teeth that i met, just the moist and warmth from her heat

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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