This is a song about "My hot matt"

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Spits so hot i increase the humidity in my vicinity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I bring super hot lyrics now my lungs have caught fire

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

My all gold rolly or the

My led hot like arizona/

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

My lines are hot, isnt it? yours are just the opposite

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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