This is a song about "Hot"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Cause i break it out a lot

I'm falling from god and it's hot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Believe me i'mma be your god

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

In the limelight being red hot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

We're made for each other

At bunker hill hot summer,

Just call me hot skillet

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I said i'm hurting her