This is a song about "Why im hot"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

Hot time homey im loose off any printer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Hot frees like ''mach ten'' /stop these not me so stop friend/ cuase im so fly

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Off my rocker so im not to hot but ill chew you up, leave you to rot

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Lemme tell you why they hating, cause im fucking hot

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

He say, she say, oh my god