This is a song about "Heat in heaven"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

That im collecting your debt, demons up in heaven,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Heat has been higher than thermals in skies

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come