This is a song about "Heat"

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

That damier bag i bought her

In the heat of the summer,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried