This is a song about "Hot babes"

J. cole's her ghost writer

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Whats the matter, can't get those babes,

One verse is all it takes

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Ryan spits hot fire

Or something that you paid for

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Invades states, degrading babes,

And no longing for dates

Cause i'm always served hot

Just searching for the perfect shot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot