This is a song about "Heat"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

If he does my soul to keep

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

Now it's time to eat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Az is my home and love the heat

From the back seat, back seat

37. packin heat like a mag,

Goddamn, the boy's back

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep