This is a song about "That heat"

And you know i got the heat.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

My heat concealed and its that black nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Benchmarks that hit peek and produce heat,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Cause there could never be peace

Qualms that lack heat, psalms from iraqis

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

But i'm not worried

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame!

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame