This is a song about "Boys are hot"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Boys tell me they love me

And its simple as that baby

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Life's tough, ya hot some patches that are rough

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Bitch got all them booty shots

Just show them boys whos boss

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints