This is a song about "Heat"

So you got some bars, you thinking you spitting heat?

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

This is the concrete

If you can't take the heat

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I follow wherever the heat goes.

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

But in case of robberies, i gotta stay with the heat

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Cause talk is cheap

A peanut in the heat

Indubitably i'm too street