This is a song about "Hot"

He a message, i'm the runner

At bunker hill hot summer,

Then play you all my latest shit

Just call me hot skillet

Said when i do dirt wit her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Cause i'm always served hot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Ever since then i had no job