This is a song about "Feel the heat sale"

Last of a dying breed

And you know i got the heat.

More money that mean less sleep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Az is my home and love the heat

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I just wanna smoke green, i like to feel the heat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep