This is a song about "That heat"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Niggas ain't prepared for heat

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame!

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Pardon me, the scar from heat, that he couldnt perform

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And i got that bait, they all bad

37. packin heat like a mag,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

As i laugh at gees that talk about blast that heat,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Qualms that lack heat, psalms from iraqis