This is a song about "Heat"

From the back seat, back seat

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

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

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

You hating you gone get that heat

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

37. packin heat like a mag,

She got something i never had