This is a song about "Hot"

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

Its getting hot in here

But this real, fuck how you feel

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I know you just doing your job

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot