This is a song about "Hot cheetos"

Living if she is or not

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

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

She can only take so much more than her heart got

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Fuck that job been around that block

Just call me hot skillet

Razor grips, laser spit

And i don't make no bed rock

Cause i'm always served hot

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

At bunker hill hot summer,

The ice ain't really nothing to her