This is a song about "Hot cheetos and doritos"

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

And then the intensity of the boiling hot density,

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket