This is a song about "Hot sixteen"

Trying to get his life together, or what not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I know i said this was gon' be 16 sixteen but i have to

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

Just call me hot skillet

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Sixteen, got a whiff of that speed

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

At bunker hill hot summer,

Well, that's what you are