This is a song about "Heat"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Have no souls indeed

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Redan road, that’s my street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Az is my home and love the heat

Guess i’m different than most

I follow wherever the heat goes.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat