This is a song about "Hot"

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

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

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

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

At bunker hill hot summer,

Just so happens mine they prefer

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

She can only take so much more than her heart got

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

My all gold rolly or the

My led hot like arizona/

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot