This is a song about "Hot tubs"

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

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Just to let you know, you are

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will