This is a song about "Hot rhymes"

Ryan spits hot fire

You know...you know who you are

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

And that i spent the night with her

At bunker hill hot summer,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

In the limelight being red hot

Its getting hot in here

The struggle is real

I gotta know if it's real or not

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Hot like florida sand bitch