This is a song about "Hotbox"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

You left because i gave you too much room.

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*

Now you speaking my language

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And got her room number, you can find me there

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,