This is a song about "Heat capacity"

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums

I don't know defeat

If you can't take the heat

A peanut in the heat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Im flowin rapidly fillin your capacity

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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