This is a song about "I m hot to the touch"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

I'm so hot that i touch ice and it starts sizzling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They claim it as their own, africa

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game