This is a song about "Hot"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

And i just want to hold her

Ryan spits hot fire

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

In the limelight being red hot

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Bitch i'm the shit

Just call me hot skillet

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Believe me i'mma be your god