This is a song about "Miami florida"

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Welcome to florida,catch a case go to court and im ordered out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest