This is a song about "Hot"

I fucking hate this job

Cause i'm always served hot

Thinking they hot as can be,

But make sure if they do see

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I though i was red hot

Bring the keys, oh my god

Poke out from behind her

Ryan spits hot fire

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

Well man i do the yacht