This is a song about "Hot"

Living if she is or not

Get it hot in the pot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Only real niggas stay on top

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

Cause i'm always served hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

As: and while you’re in my mother

And maybe i am but

I say im hot as fuck

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Ryan spits hot fire

She should have invited her