This is a song about "Selling crack making fat stacks 9mm feel the heat to this beat"

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

It occurs to me / the spurs were beat the heat better disperse for me

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat

They were going out i was making stacks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance