This is a song about "Boys are hot"

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Bitches is artificially duck

Addicted like boys on needles,

And panned out, i'm all in love

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My rhymes are speedy and steamy so hot itll evaporate leaving you to

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

My lines are hot, isnt it? yours are just the opposite

Bring the keys, oh my god

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

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

This is the part where we run hip hop