This is a song about "Hot 16"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

This drake shit should be forbidden, it ain't hot, it got me nippin'.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Cause i'm always served hot

You see him as a god