This is a song about "Hot bars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

You cant even handle 2 bars

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

If you had, one shot

I though i was red hot

I broke mama heart with no college

Hot like florida sand bitch

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And your readin my bars

At bunker hill hot summer,

They tested with stress that they under

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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