This is a song about "Hot chips and football"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Who running your block and what chick be hot

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

By any means, if ya like it or not

I'm falling from god and it's hot

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Like football your ass smacked dad

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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