This is a song about "Heat capacity"

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

I am ragity, soap, isn't for vanity, hope we get more capacity

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Az is my home and love the heat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

You must mean be crazy comin at me low mentality, no mental ability low capacity

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid