This is a song about "Hot cheetos and doritos"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And then the intensity of the boiling hot density,

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring