This is a song about "So much heat on me"

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

To liberate yourself, africa

So much for me to get aborted,

See i let my nigga split that

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

So much pressure make me wanna go insane

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

So much on my mind, someone please remind