This is a song about "Heat"

I follow wherever the heat goes.

Ain't no women at the shows

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

You hating you gone get that heat

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

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

In the heat of the summer,

I think it excited her

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,