This is a song about "Miami heat"

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

The streets of miami

They say nothings ever free

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

More money that mean less sleep

Are you perfect motherfucker

In the heat of the summer,

For the low that nine cheap

You hating you gone get that heat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Az is my home and love the heat