This is a song about "Miami heats"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Let me rideuntil i get free

The streets of miami

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

My raps are the best from miami to seattle