This is a song about "The bronco heat"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

But cops is lockin' the street, cockin' the heat,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Live on the beach,sunny outside kids playin n da heat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet