This is a song about "Hot brenethe"

Thinking they hot as can be,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And that i spent the night with her

Ghost in the hook so real

Its getting hot in here

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

At bunker hill hot summer,

Okay man you do the drop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

Cause i'm always served hot

Got shows on top of shows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,