This is a song about "Heat"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You hating you gone get that heat

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

37. packin heat like a mag,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Indubitably i'm too street

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Have no souls indeed

If you can't take the heat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep