This is a song about "Hot asians"

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

At bunker hill hot summer,

So here i am at the store for some chips

White people can rap why cant asians

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

In the limelight being red hot

Cause i'm always served hot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Thinking they hot as can be,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Just call me hot skillet

You, you, you have to pay for that