This is a song about "Spit heat bitches and dog treats"

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

Watch him in a lyrical rattles, watchin' him spit, starin' at him like a hawk//

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Where i spit, they feel my heat, let em sit,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And you know i got the heat.