This is a song about "Hot telemarketer"

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

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Something worth dying for

At bunker hill hot summer,

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And i just want to hold her

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Live from the lamont's rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the