This is a song about "Hot"

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

At bunker hill hot summer,

I gotta know if it's real or not

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Cause i'm always served hot

And muthafuck the quota

My led hot like arizona/

All i want is you baby

Thinking they hot as can be,