This is a song about "Hot cakes"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Just searching for the perfect shot

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Ever since then i had no job

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

That cellphone that i bought

In the limelight being red hot

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the