This is a song about "Hot"

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

Something worth dying for

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

Pawning my chain in the shop

What is hittin' for

Ryan spits hot fire

Hot like florida sand bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Fuck that job been around that block

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Just call me hot skillet

In the limelight being red hot

Believe me i'mma be your god