This is a song about "Heat beat"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

37. packin heat like a mag,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Az is my home and love the heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,