This is a song about "Hot fries"

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hot like florida sand bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I though i was red hot

In the limelight being red hot

Only real niggas stay on top

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I gotta know if it's real or not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop