This is a song about "My hot matt"

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

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

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

(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

And muthafuck the quota

My led hot like arizona/

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Here they keep a rachet close

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.