This is a song about "Hot bars"

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

And your readin my bars

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

In the limelight being red hot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

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