This is a song about "Hot nigga shotguns pistols"

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

Well man i do the yacht

Lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

In the limelight being red hot

He say, she say." oh my god

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,