This is a song about "Temp"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

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