This is a song about "My hot boyfriend"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

As long as we're cooperating with god

My shit's hot like i took a dump in a crock pot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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