This is a song about "Temp"

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Learned to pocket pick, learned to keep the pot at a real nice temp

I hear em gossiping on top of me my temp sky rocketing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.