This is a song about "Heat"

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

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

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

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

I keep my money neat

And you know i got the heat.

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Indubitably i'm too street

Az is my home and love the heat

37. packin heat like a mag,

You got reason to brag

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

You hating you gone get that heat