This is a song about "Heat capacity"

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Im flowin rapidly fillin your capacity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Capacity, i can't escape reality i'm losing my mentality

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Az is my home and love the heat