This is a song about "Hot shit"

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Like a fiend off the best rock

I though i was red hot

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

It's never cool to feel like hot shit yet be frozen

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I’m the king of rock

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.