This is a song about "Hot or not"

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Not, my flows hot, even wthout the sun, i always have fun,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I'll spit hot fire lyrics, but i'm not a rapper though

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

All go crazy for days in amazement

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice