This is a song about "Heat and temperature"

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Tossing heat with my bare tongue and high as fuck like dragons be

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

She made my temperature droped like i landed

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

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

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat