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

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

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

And you know i got the heat.

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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