This is a song about "Hot top"

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

With the cops in hot pursuit, who poppin' glocks, top recruits,

At bunker hill hot summer,

So we'll just suffer

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Working my way to the top

They burn on every block

Cause i'm always served hot

Hot like florida sand bitch

Never agree with that message

In the limelight being red hot

I know you just doing your job

In hopes to get on top

We popping bottles, it don't stop