This is a song about "That hot girl"

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Keep that hot shit that heats the sidewalks

Like a book that girl is overdue

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

Bring that shit the fuck back

That was beautiful man you breaths hot like spam

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Not because i'm icy, that don't mean i can't be hot

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Look that girl makin me hard

February cold as my heart

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

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