This is a song about "Heat"

You got reason to brag

37. packin heat like a mag,

If you can't take the heat

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

I can always go home and look down my street

So you got some bars, you thinking you spitting heat?

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Last of a dying breed

And you know i got the heat.