This is a song about "Hot"

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

But that's what he liked her

At bunker hill hot summer,

My all gold rolly or the

My led hot like arizona/

I say im hot as fuck

Say what you wanna but

I though i was red hot

O. trice always rep his block

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Cause i'm always served hot

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

On they car note to go to the club