This is a song about "Hot for a pc"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

Ery'body mistake me for a hot breeze but im more like a snot sneeze.

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep