This is a song about "Heat"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

I follow wherever the heat goes.

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

In the heat of the summer,

I pipe in and one night her

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

I keep my money neat

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep