This is a song about "Heat"

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

For the low that nine cheap

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I keep my money neat

If you can't take the heat

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

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

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

Niggas runnin round carrying heat