This is a song about "Hot or not"

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

You get butthurt over a battle verse just face it your not hot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Miami nights, ain't another one

The cat's not lyin', got hot raps. hawaiian.

I know you just doing your job

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

I fucking hate this job

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

Are they listening paying attention or not

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop