This is a song about "Kinsman is hot"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Believe me i'mma be your god

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Im always stayin hot, ssc is what i got,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop