This is a song about "Heat capacity"

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Az is my home and love the heat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Seein' dreams in they sleep

For the low that nine cheap

You hating you gone get that heat

African queen got what you need

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Bounding vitality but i reached my mental capacity, its my insanity

Im flowin rapidly fillin your capacity

They giving pounds and that before get the money