This is a song about "Heat"

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Bitch i'm all you need

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

A peanut in the heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet