This is a song about "Hot cheetohs"

Still hot let's have it wait,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

My led hot like arizona/

And muthafuck the quota

I though i was red hot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Huh, i can't interpret her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I know you're mad, but so what

I say im hot as fuck