This is a song about "Hot nigga"

I broke mama heart with no college

Hot like florida sand bitch

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Only real niggas stay on top

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

And i just want to hold her

At bunker hill hot summer,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

There must be a god

Get it hot in the pot