This is a song about "My hot matt"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I bring super hot lyrics now my lungs have caught fire

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

And my songs when they reach they official

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

O. trice always rep his block

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

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

I thought not cause my shits hot and its overflowing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot