This is a song about "Get it hot"

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

With these macs i've got a bad habit

They so hot all i do is admire it

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Back to the topic of how hot it can really get, you wanna really bet?

Still hot let's have it wait,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop