This is a song about "Hot nigga shotguns pistols"

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Cause i'm always served hot

Okay man you do the drop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I though i was red hot

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles