This is a song about "Hot n cold"

'cuz it's so cold but it's so hot and don't know, you ain't even know it,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

And the boy right here, is he hot or is he cold? why not both?

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

It’s hip-hop, not pop

From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.