This is a song about "Heat transfer and tempature"

Back, oh well ima bring the heat, and make you take a seat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

Just to pay to eat and sleep with fuckin heat on tomorrow

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell