This is a song about "Trot"

I though i was red hot

I fucking hate this job

By any means, if ya like it or not

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

Flows, imported from north pole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Where i learn to harness fools and suspend them in non-physical animation,

Beggin for money at a fire station, i evolved with this nation, im a master creation,

Africans were the first builders of civilization

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

The wedding tape makes me travel back