This is a song about "Hot biy"

And there's little to be glad for

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

That shit was wack as fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

I know you just doing your job

In the limelight being red hot

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Just call me hot skillet