This is a song about "Fishing pole line aliens hot hoes"

Flows, imported from north pole

It's apart of her goal

I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

My styles universal aliens feel it

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Ain't no women at the shows

Like a line full of hoes

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

There must be a god

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole