This is a song about "Hot cunts"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hot like florida sand bitch

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Well, um, there's a but

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

In the limelight being red hot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god