This is a song about "Heat capacity"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I am ragity, soap, isn't for vanity, hope we get more capacity

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

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

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I don’t care where ya are

In the heat of the summer,

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

For the low that nine cheap

A peanut in the heat