This is a song about "Hot bars"

You pull up in parking lots

And your readin my bars

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

But i got so many bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

She can only take so much more than her heart got

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot