This is a song about "Hot katie"

Fuck that job been around that block

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

He say, she say." oh my god

Get it hot in the pot

I can tell you that this tape

Still hot let's have it wait,

He say, she say, oh my god

Cause i'm always served hot

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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