This is a song about "Hot 16"

- i've reached a place where hot magma is the warmth provider

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Stop pretending like ya absurd words are sending a hot shipment,

So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

And im the only one hot enough to fuck with the damn devil

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

If my love keeps being so hot i'm gonna have to apply ice