This is a song about "Hot julis"

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Been running around trying find a job

And she stripping, go to college

Hot like florida sand bitch

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

In the limelight being red hot

That's what rains for

Ryan spits hot fire

At bunker hill hot summer,

Ay yo you wonder who i are