This is a song about "Heat capacity"

We can't catch the beat

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You hating you gone get that heat

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Im flowin rapidly fillin your capacity

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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