This is a song about "Hot looking krista"

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

I though i was red hot

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I can always go home and look down my street

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

And muthafuck the quota

My led hot like arizona/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

What up girl, tell me how you been

Looking for reception

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

That cellphone that i bought