This is a song about "My hot gf"

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o