This is a song about "Heat"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I follow wherever the heat goes.

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

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

37. packin heat like a mag,

Az is my home and love the heat

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

For the low that nine cheap

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