This is a song about "Hot nigger"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Cause i'm always served hot

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Fuck that job been around that block

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I though i was red hot

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

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