This is a song about "Heat capacity"

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

We can't catch the beat

I can always go home and look down my street

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You hating you gone get that heat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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