This is a song about "The bronco heat"

Redan road, that’s my street

If you can't take the heat

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Two lambs on the simmer while im cranking up the heat

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

I just wanna smoke green, i like to feel the heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Me and my peeps often meet

A peanut in the heat

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep