This is a song about "Hotter then hell"

And even that objective view is skewed, then removed and filled with my hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Then we zoom to my room for one hell of a thrill

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I've been to hell and back to hell then back to the hell again,

Cause i'm hotter than a room with kate upton undressin in

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Spitting hotter than the nostril of a snorter