This is a song about "Hot"

My all gold rolly or the

My led hot like arizona/

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

At bunker hill hot summer,

Or something that you paid for

I say im hot as fuck

Money i make em buck

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Still hot let's have it wait,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Bring the keys, oh my god

Cause i'm always served hot

This is the part where we run hip hop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot