This is a song about "Tylers sister is hot"

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Im always stayin hot, ssc is what i got,

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Sister act your ass man, sap

Sneak up on attack

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Or something that you paid for

I’m sorry i fucked your sister

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for