This is a song about "Bitches and hot cakes"

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks