This is a song about "Hot woman"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

He hooked up with another woman, her intuition

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

A woman of such a great strength,

I though i was red hot

They burn on every block

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch