This is a song about "Hot"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I swear they think i'm crazy

Thinking they hot as can be,

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

I dont really shakespeare

Its getting hot in here

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Just call me hot skillet