This is a song about "Fuck you and your rhymes bitch i m hot a kid"

And i'm toxic, this is hot shit, i won't stop bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

You slap me like a bitch and you'll fuck like a #whore

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

And sneaking into a window was something that you do when your hot

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home