This is a song about "Heat"

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

You hating you gone get that heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

If he does my soul to keep

Az is my home and love the heat

A peanut in the heat

The revolution will proceed

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed