This is a song about "Hot buns"

Fuck that job been around that block

Get it hot in the pot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Like a fiend off the best rock

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Been running around trying find a job

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

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

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Ey, butt rape on a female cop