This is a song about "Hot flamin cheetohs"

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Thinking they hot as can be,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And flamin' wrath, jehovah is my witness, i'll wait for mine,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Bitch got all them booty shots

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Cause i'm always served hot

Now you speaking my language

Hot like florida sand bitch