This is a song about "Beavin is hot"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn

talking shit about me as if ma respect is so hard to earn

I'm falling from god and it's hot

You see him as a god

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

At bunker hill hot summer,

Well, that's what you are

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And the boy right here, is he hot or is he cold? why not both?

In the limelight being red hot

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

I though i was red hot