This is a song about "Arizona heat"

What do i really need

You hating you gone get that heat

If you can't take the heat

More money that mean less sleep

Something worth dying for

In the heat of the summer,

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

But in case of robberies, i gotta stay with the heat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Az is my home and love the heat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

37. packin heat like a mag,