This is a song about "Hot sisters"

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

I fucking hate this job

I though i was red hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

Took the van, went snatch her

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop