This is a song about "Hot ass katrina"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Ryan spits hot fire

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

At bunker hill hot summer,

What them tippers don't see

Thinking they hot as can be,

And she stripping, go to college

Hot like florida sand bitch