This is a song about "Hot gurla"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Believe me i'mma be your god

And muthafuck the quota

My led hot like arizona/

Just call me hot skillet

You know, work that