This is a song about "Hot"

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Ryan spits hot fire

I said i'm hurting her

I though i was red hot

Put my trust in my god

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Still hot let's have it wait,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop