This is a song about "Hot spitter"

Just call me hot skillet

You can't tell me shit

Pawning my chain in the shop

Get it hot in the pot

He say, she say." oh my god

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

I don’t care where ya are

At bunker hill hot summer,

And don't make vibrations stop

I though i was red hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

I'm falling from god and it's hot