This is a song about "Hot bars"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Be my mother lover

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

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

This is just a few bars

You cant even handle 2 bars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

In the limelight being red hot

This is the part where we run hip hop