This is a song about "Heat"

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

In the heat of the summer,

You know...you know who you are

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I follow wherever the heat goes.

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

But don't fall asleep

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

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