This is a song about "Heat"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't fall asleep

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

You hating you gone get that heat

The drug that they brain need