This is a song about "Hey your hot i told you that"

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

I could tell from what that classmate told me and from your facial expressions

Hey son i advise you have fun

And get on down with this thc vision

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

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

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

I already told you that i'm go off the meat rack and i'm bucking,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Hey girl, i called, but you ain't callin',