This is a song about "Hot"

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You chris, i rock

I though i was red hot

Just searching for the perfect shot

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Just call me hot skillet

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

And the food could have been finer

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Got a beans if you wanna pop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot