This is a song about "Sis hot"

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

At bunker hill hot summer,

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

There must be a god

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

In the limelight being red hot

You see him as a god

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.