This is a song about "Hot dolla"

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

At bunker hill hot summer,

Make me another brother

Just call me hot skillet

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Couple thou have ya brains scattered like chex mix. im all about a dolla bitch and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar