This is a song about "Hot"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Its getting hot in here

The struggle is real

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Still hot let's have it wait,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

He say, she say." oh my god

Get it hot in the pot

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Trying to get his life together, or what not

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I love the way you walk

Cause i'm always served hot