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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

And you know i got the heat.

This is the concrete

And control this shit yourself dog.

I smoke and let the tree talk

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Puts chains all over your heart and treats you like a slave of many

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast