This is a song about "Hot top"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

In the limelight being red hot

Been running around trying find a job

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

Block the pass, we on top/

That cellphone that i bought

Just that hot i'm a lyricist that can't stop,i screw you off the top making the fumes

They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove

Till i come out on top,

Say i'm not hot

Dawg your not hot stop it,in a draft im always the top pick

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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