This is a song about "Hot bars"

I be spittin the bars,

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

By any means, if ya like it or not

He say, she say." oh my god

I though i was red hot

With hot bars i hit hard- leaven your charred split scarred

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

With hot bars i hit hard- leaven your charred split scarred

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Trip, and then you never snitch

Hot like florida sand bitch