This is a song about "Hot"

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I gotta know if it's real or not

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Something worth dying for

Ryan spits hot fire

And muthafuck the quota

My led hot like arizona/

At bunker hill hot summer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her