This is a song about "Hot cheetos and doritos"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Bitch i been hot since tony touch and doo whoop

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets