This is a song about "Hot"

When the club gets played

Still hot let's have it wait,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Bitch got all them booty shots

Bring the keys, oh my god

Cause i'm always served hot

Living if she is or not

I though i was red hot

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Thinking they hot as can be,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree