This is a song about "She hot"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

So it leaves me to wonder

At bunker hill hot summer,

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Ryan spits hot fire

Or something that you paid for

My led hot like arizona/

My all gold rolly or the

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not