This is a song about "Hot"

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Back up on my fly shit

Just call me hot skillet

I came up hungry

Thinking they hot as can be,

Fuck that job been around that block

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Ain't no women at the shows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Only real niggas stay on top

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot