This is a song about "Hot dogd"

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

In the limelight being red hot

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I though i was red hot

O. trice always rep his block

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Fuck that job been around that block

I gotta know if it's real or not

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck