This is a song about "Hot niggaa"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Ryan spits hot fire

I though i was red hot

Almost cried right on the spot

So give it baby

Thinking they hot as can be,

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

You pull up in parking lots