This is a song about "Heat"

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

37. packin heat like a mag,

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And you know i got the heat.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

But in case of robberies, i gotta stay with the heat

A peanut in the heat

I’m way harder than the concrete

I follow wherever the heat goes.

And these shape-shifting hoes