This is a song about "My hot matt"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

With my hot flow larger than womans emotions.

Not, my flows hot, even wthout the sun, i always have fun,

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

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

They calling me often to offer me walls

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top