This is a song about "Heat"

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

I can always go home and look down my street

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

This is the concrete

Bitch i'm all you need

A peanut in the heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

You hating you gone get that heat

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Nuclear heat burning up like radon

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb