This is a song about "Hot n spicy"

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

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

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Get it hot in the pot

So get them ends hot

I know you just doing your job

I though i was red hot

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Hot like florida sand bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot