This is a song about "Strong with the heat"

With the fire heat, niggas better run like athletes

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

I live on the beach the haters outside an they playin with they heat

A peanut in the heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Me beats mcs differently with currents strong as the seas

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Journey so drop in / im the best or top ten/heat it up with these words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong