This is a song about "Hot dogd"

Its getting hot in here

She told me erything is real

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Thinking they hot as can be,

Mama made her pretty

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm sure to get rich

At bunker hill hot summer,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Ever since then i had no job

I though i was red hot