This is a song about "Hot"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Thinking they hot as can be,

I be gettin' money

Get it hot in the pot

You know i am not gon stop

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Just so happens mine they prefer

At bunker hill hot summer,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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