This is a song about "Hot flamin cheetohs"

I can only imagine, uncle bob

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

But reality shows ain't real

Its getting hot in here

Than the muse of a family

Thinking they hot as can be,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And there's little to be glad for

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Bitch got all them booty shots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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