This is a song about "Spit hot coals"

This is the part where we run hip hop

In the limelight being red hot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Yo i spit this shit and rock mockers like hot pockets,

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

By any means, if ya like it or not

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want