This is a song about "Hot firw bars"

My records sell, yes sir

At bunker hill hot summer,

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

I be spittin the bars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Bars so hot can even describe it

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I fucking hate this job

Cause i'm always served hot