This is a song about "Hot asians"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Like a fiend off the best rock

I'm falling from god and it's hot

You see him as a god

Cause i'm always served hot

So ain't no way you gon' wait for relations

White people can rap why cant asians

Just call me hot skillet

Well, i can handle that

I say im hot as fuck

And maybe i am but

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

At bunker hill hot summer,

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks