This is a song about "Heat you"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

You know i got the heat like flamethrowers on my shoulders

Leave you behind sheets cause the streets heat like a masked enforcer.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her