This is a song about "Heat"

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

The drug that they brain need

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the