This is a song about "Heat"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

From the back seat, back seat

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I follow wherever the heat goes.

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I need to beat

A peanut in the heat