This is a song about "Heat"

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

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

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

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

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed