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

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

These dog bitches hungry

And there is no chemistry

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Az is my home and love the heat

Let me put my funk on this one time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

And you know i got the heat.

Cause they right down the street