This is a song about "Warm up"

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Deformed fool, taking a shit in a warm pool

To your heart and no one warn that this place is so warm now you worn

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

And on the warm autumn day when we met you took my breath

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Whatever weather, cold or warm

He gave 'em the platform

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

The times together that they spent in the warm summertime

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,