This is a song about "Hot rhymes"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hot like florida sand bitch

In the limelight being red hot

I gotta know if it's real or not

I though i was red hot

That cellphone that i bought

Its getting hot in here

And i am real

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

My led hot like arizona/

Tell 'em build a boat like noah