This is a song about "Hot bitch"

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I though i was red hot

That cellphone that i bought

My led hot like arizona/

My all gold rolly or the

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Believe me i'mma be your god

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot