This is a song about "Hot mom"

I was playing with guns

My mom gave me two selections

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

Self made self paid man

Can't tell mom the same thang

Curl up like big worm when i drop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Like a fiend off the best rock

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I though i was red hot

You see him as a god

Murdered every bod from my squad

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot