This is a song about "Can you handle the heat"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Leave you behind sheets cause the streets heat like a masked enforcer.

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

You couldn't handle the canvas of all the pictures painted

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

And if you're listening, thinking this is something you can handle easily,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle