This is a song about "Heat capacity"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

What do i really need

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

If you can't take the heat

For the low that nine cheap

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

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

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

And you know i got the heat.

But i'm not worried

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see