This is a song about "Hot"

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

I thought it'd get better but

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Murdered every bod from my squad

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Cause i'm always served hot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

At bunker hill hot summer,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks