This is a song about "Hot"

Its getting hot in here

I dont really shakespeare

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Cause i'm always served hot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

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

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm falling from god and it's hot

And i don't make no bed rock

At bunker hill hot summer,

Poke out from behind her