This is a song about "Hot"

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Still hot let's have it wait,

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

Ryan spits hot fire

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

In the limelight being red hot

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Try and pull me over, i will not stop