This is a song about "Heat"

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

In the heat of the summer,

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

If you can't take the heat

I keep my money neat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Ain't no women at the shows

I follow wherever the heat goes.

If he does my soul to keep

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Niggas runnin round carrying heat