This is a song about "Hotline miami"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

That i burn up like miami beaches/

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

You can call me the daddy of miami

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

And i got a little big, keep it low key

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man