This is a song about "My hot matt"

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock