This is a song about "Taylor is hot"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And i'm broke, just on this site is my name hot, and you ain't even know it,

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

She should have invited her

At bunker hill hot summer,

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears