This is a song about "Being hot"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I'm falling from god and it's hot

They burn on every block

Just call me hot skillet

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

To asking women about how your hot to being a bitch bragging then to judging

We're made for each other

At bunker hill hot summer,

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I’m being sarcastic,