This is a song about "Freakin hot"

I though i was red hot

I fucking hate this job

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Cause you freakin' idiot,that's just you

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Makin' ma way steely without freakin' out,maintainin' always i don't bring it down.

The science and the art, africa

I'm freakin the hoes bra

In the limelight being red hot

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Smack either black or white ball like i had a freakin' snooker cue

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

At bunker hill hot summer,