This is a song about "Hot bitch"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

And don't make vibrations stop

Just call me hot skillet

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I love the way you walk

Cause i'm always served hot

I though i was red hot

I know you just doing your job

We popping bottles, it don't stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

In the car its getting hot as a bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Udc where he met my mother

At bunker hill hot summer,