This is a song about "Heat capacity"

Yea i'm missin some sleep

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

A peanut in the heat

Nightmare on any street

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Az is my home and love the heat

In the heat of the summer,

My records sell, yes sir