This is a song about "How hot you are"

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Or are you a small wage earner slavin to the rich? thats how it be

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

And i feared that my fans say i failed