This is a song about "Being hot"

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

If my love keeps being so hot i'm gonna have to apply ice

At bunker hill hot summer,

Going broke, no sir

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Fuck being counterfeit

Rack, rack city shit