This is a song about "Heat capacity"

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Overdose on my capacity, that's only fact to me

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

I can always go home and look down my street

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Whose capacity is massively unable to match with me,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

I keep my money neat

And you know i got the heat.

I don't know defeat

If you can't take the heat