This is a song about "Heat"

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

I follow wherever the heat goes.

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

37. packin heat like a mag,

Quick flipping up sexy back

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

A peanut in the heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep