This is a song about "Hot nigga shotguns pistols"

I know you just doing your job

Cause i'm always served hot

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame