This is a song about "Hot"

Cause i'm always served hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

As long as we're cooperating with god

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

No, no, we are not those

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

At bunker hill hot summer,

And that i spent the night with her

Ryan spits hot fire