This is a song about "The beat is hot"

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

- i've reached a place where hot magma is the warmth provider

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I fucking hate this job

Get it hot in the pot

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Im hot the only time that i flop is when im rocking

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Gave me up in a heart beat. the streets is what i need,