This is a song about "Hot sisters"

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

At bunker hill hot summer,

Cause i'm always served hot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops