This is a song about "Heat"

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

But don't fall asleep

If you can't take the heat

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

You hating you gone get that heat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried