This is a song about "Hottest out"

Maybe when those flames blow out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

The coldest bout to show out

I must go like fly route

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

Slow down ya clock watch and spit like papa doc, hottest crew,

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

You say rap gets it out

I don't know what you heard about