This is a song about "Bombshell hot girl"

You know...you know who you are

Ryan spits hot fire

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

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

Trip, and then you never snitch

Hot like florida sand bitch

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Thinking they hot as can be,

So while the world goes drake crazy