This is a song about "Heat"

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

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

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

37. packin heat like a mag,

She got something i never had

Az is my home and love the heat

Me and my peeps often meet

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep