This is a song about "My hot boufriend"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'm on fire all the time spitting hot my creations

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home