This is a song about "My hot matt"

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I'm on fire all the time spitting hot my creations

I thought not cause my shits hot and its overflowing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I bring super hot lyrics now my lungs have caught fire

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs