This is a song about "Heat"

37. packin heat like a mag,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I need to beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Nuclear heat burning up like radon

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

From the back seat, back seat

A peanut in the heat