This is a song about "Miami heat"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

37. packin heat like a mag,

In the house, holla back

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Tax free, that's me, my money got acne

You can call me the daddy of miami

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

If you can't take the heat

If he does my soul to keep

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat