This is a song about "Hot"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

I thought it'd get better but

Its getting hot in here

She told me erything is real

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

New york, va, dc, get paid

Still hot let's have it wait,

My led hot like arizona/

And muthafuck the quota

I be on some other shit

Just call me hot skillet