This is a song about "Hot cheetoes"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Get it hot in the pot

There must be a god

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Still hot let's have it wait,

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Took the van, went snatch her

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

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

He say, she say, oh my god

Hot like florida sand bitch

Never agree with that message

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up