This is a song about "Old hot girk"

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

I'm falling from god and it's hot

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hot like florida sand bitch

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

In the limelight being red hot

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot