This is a song about "Heat"

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

37. packin heat like a mag,

That moschino shit is so back

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

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

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap