This is a song about "Hot brenethe"

When the club gets played

Still hot let's have it wait,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Thinking they hot as can be,

Cause all i want is you, baby

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Ryan spits hot fire

Ghost in the hook so real

Its getting hot in here

Bring the keys, oh my god

Cause i'm always served hot