This is a song about "Heat"

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You hating you gone get that heat