This is a song about "Heat"

You hating you gone get that heat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Az is my home and love the heat

For the low that nine cheap

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

If he does my soul to keep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

The revolution will proceed

If you can't take the heat