This is a song about "Hot bitches"

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Cause i break it out a lot

I though i was red hot

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Flexin on these bitches

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

That's how i got the weed spot

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack