This is a song about "Heat"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Sneak up on attack

37. packin heat like a mag,