This is a song about "Hot fries"

I'm falling from god and it's hot

I fucking hate this job

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

That damier bag i bought her

At bunker hill hot summer,

So take the stage just show me what you got

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot