This is a song about "My hot gf"

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

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Cause i break it out a lot

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

My shit's so hot and you can call me obscene

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will