This is a song about "Heat transfer"

In the heat of the summer,

In one way or another

I need to beat

If you can't take the heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

You hating you gone get that heat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Cause they right down the street

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

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

We can't catch the beat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep