This is a song about "Hot spitter"

Just call me hot skillet

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Hot like florida sand bitch

Now you speaking my language

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We dig the plot and never bury pot

In the limelight being red hot