This is a song about "Hot dogd"

Still hot let's have it wait,

I'm dreaming to be great

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

At bunker hill hot summer,

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I though i was red hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I dont really shakespeare

Its getting hot in here

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck