This is a song about "Hot tub"

Well, i can handle that

Just call me hot skillet

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I though i was red hot

You see him as a god

Stuck in the in the tub,

A twenty somethin cup

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Spittin filthy rhymes shit might need a bath tub

Cause i'm always served hot

Pawning my chain in the shop

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop