This is a song about "Hot raps"

For setting up traps

Quick with the intricate raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

Enough of the weakened raps

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

But you don't have a chance

And even worse my raps

At bunker hill hot summer,

And there's little to be glad for

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot