This is a song about "Hottest out"

Hottest record label, but still in all i'm chilling

So get up, its time to start nation building

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I'm the hottest nigga brah, you know i can't be seen.

Do i gotta spell it out?

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

I'm the hottest at this shit no one better

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

The coldest bout to show out

Baby heading down a cloud

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Maybe when those flames blow out