This is a song about "Supa hot fiah"

Get it hot in the pot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

This is the part where we run hip hop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

The ice ain't really nothing to her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I'm falling from god and it's hot

O. trice always rep his block

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Ryan spits hot fire

And i ain't frontin for her

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot