This is a song about "Hot shit"

I though i was red hot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Cause i'm always served hot

And sins we got

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Its fine i get that alot, shit i know i aint hot, doctors keep givin me a shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block