This is a song about "Spit heat bitches and dog treats"

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

These dog bitches hungry

Fuck fame, fuck money

I spit fire lyrically while dissing little bitches like you fiercely,

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

You bitches just spit so much hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Az is my home and love the heat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep