This is a song about "Hot bars"

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Bars so hot can even describe it

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You cant even handle 2 bars

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Been running around trying find a job

And while i’m in your mother

At bunker hill hot summer,

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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