This is a song about "Heat beat"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Swear i will murk any beat

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

If he does my soul to keep

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

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers