This is a song about "Hot guy"

I though i was red hot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Losgiddy...me im just a regular guy

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

She gotta hold her head up high

Hopin hes the right guy

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Dont fuck with the new guy

And it rules everything around them

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

I'm scary, cable guy like larry

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free