This is a song about "Hot cheetoes"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Hot like florida sand bitch

My records sell, yes sir

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

What is hittin' for

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

He say, she say." oh my god

Ryan spits hot fire

All my shit designer

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Im still here but i can't skate

Still hot let's have it wait,