This is a song about "Hot cheetoes"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Hot like florida sand bitch

I though i was red hot

You see him as a god

And that i spent the night with her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

Well man i do the yacht

Get it hot in the pot

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Well, um, there's a but

Been running around trying find a job

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I’m the king of rock

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