This is a song about "Hot flam"

Ryan spits hot fire

Just to let you know, you are

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Just call me hot skillet

Now you got me hopped up on that

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

I know you just doing your job

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop