This is a song about "Heat"

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

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

A peanut in the heat

There's crack, there's crack

37. packin heat like a mag,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I follow wherever the heat goes.

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Last of a dying breed

If you can't take the heat

Now it's time to eat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat