This is a song about "The heat"

But cops is lockin' the street, cockin' the heat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

I can always go home and look down my street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Like a plague spreading the fever your going to feel the heat

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep