This is a song about "Heat"

Me and my peeps often meet

Az is my home and love the heat

More money that mean less sleep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I keep my money neat

You hating you gone get that heat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

37. packin heat like a mag,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

I can always go home and look down my street

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

A peanut in the heat

Indubitably i'm too street