This is a song about "Bitches and hot cakes"

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Of bad bitches and good tree

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Who running your block and what chick be hot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home