This is a song about "Heat"

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

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

And you know i got the heat.

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You hating you gone get that heat

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

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

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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