This is a song about "Hot ass"

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Almost cried right on the spot

Pawning my chain in the shop

Cause i'm always served hot

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Hot like florida sand bitch

And she stripping, go to college

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Its getting hot in here

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Thinking they hot as can be,