This is a song about "Steam summer sale"

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

The choice can be no other

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

But fuck destiny i'm flyin contrary propelled by steam

Evaporates into a heap of steam

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green