This is a song about "Heat and temperature"

I can't stand the temperature,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

They say your body can die under the right temperature

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

She made my temperature droped like i landed

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Back, oh well ima bring the heat, and make you take a seat

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

I live on the beach haters outside and they playin wit they heat