This is a song about "Dutch rap crush hot blonde blueeyes love sad"

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

Ever since then i had no job

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

See me rap and you feel like a stranger in love/

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

You rap like you got bored, smoked up, then forgot your best "hot verse."

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoke a dutch before the session

Big said it, more money more ills

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Its so sad to see these girls like you try to rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Hoping that nobody don't notice

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush