This is a song about "Heat"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

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

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

I follow wherever the heat goes.

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

But that's what he liked her

In the heat of the summer,