This is a song about "Temp"

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

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

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent