This is a song about "Heat"

Indubitably i'm too street

If you can't take the heat

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

I can always go home and look down my street

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet