This is a song about "Supa hot fyre"

Just call me hot skillet

I'm stuck with that

And sins we got

Get it hot in the pot

Still hot let's have it wait,

J. cole runnin' late

At bunker hill hot summer,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

No, no, we are not those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job