This is a song about "The equator"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

In the heat of the summer,

And i just want to hold her

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

From the bottom to the top

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Go pop some pills or something

The flooding of the nothing

I don’t do nothing but ball

Where the ball meets the wall

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga