This is a song about "Hot"

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

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

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

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

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

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

I'm falling from god and it's hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I say im hot as fuck

Uh ha, you know what

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Just call me hot skillet

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot