This is a song about "Hot as hell"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat

Hot as some sriracha, you're fly as a peacock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

High as helicopters spitting as hot as lava

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

You're not as hot as me, so don't copy me for profits