This is a song about "Hot"

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

You see him as a god

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

In the limelight being red hot

Just call me hot skillet

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Ryan spits hot fire

I pipe in and one night her

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I though i was red hot

You chris, i rock

I'm falling from god and it's hot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block