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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I synthesize lines like lyrical sorcery, bitches adore the heat im absorbing

Bought a brand new car for my after party

It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me

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

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Az is my home and love the heat

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep