This is a song about "Heat"

What do i really need

And you know i got the heat.

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You hating you gone get that heat

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

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Az is my home and love the heat

Swear i will murk any beat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed