This is a song about "Heat"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

If you can't take the heat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

So you got some bars, you thinking you spitting heat?

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried