This is a song about "Feel the heat sale"

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Indubitably i'm too street

If you can't take the heat

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Az is my home and love the heat

I keep my money neat

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

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep