This is a song about "Heat"

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

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

Nuclear heat burning up like radon

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

And you know i got the heat.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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