This is a song about "Heat"

37. packin heat like a mag,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

I can always go home and look down my street

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

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

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

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

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

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga