This is a song about "Miami mami"

That i burn up like miami beaches/

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

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

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker