This is a song about "Hot cheetos and doritos"

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

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

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

This is the part where we run hip hop

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