This is a song about "Cold heat"

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Indubitably i'm too street

Az is my home and love the heat

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

More money that mean less sleep

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

If you can't take the heat

The drug that they brain need