This is a song about "Hot sisters"

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

In the limelight being red hot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Cause i'm always served hot

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

There must be a god

I though i was red hot

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen