This is a song about "Miami heats"

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

You can call me the daddy of miami

So tell me why are we at war

Time to give you the miami roar

Or else heats will be burned stomachs will twist and turn theres so much

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

I can always go home and look down my street

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

Picture a place that they exist, together

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The streets of miami