This is a song about "Hot"

Name, and your entire

Ryan spits hot fire

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

As long as we're cooperating with god

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Get it hot in the pot

He say, she say." oh my god

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

In the limelight being red hot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top