This is a song about "Heat"

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

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

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I don't know defeat

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

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

A peanut in the heat