This is a song about "My hot boy"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

I gotta know if it's real or not

Even helped my boy along

Wonder where i went wrong

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A decoy, my raps'll leave you trapped in defeat boy

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

With my hot flow larger than womans emotions.

Sneak up on attack

My whip so dope boy it's crack