This is a song about "Why im hot"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Diploma ill smiling like momma we made it. i swear to god im so hot

Why lie im a litte scared

Carol city or was it the west

Im a king why not praise me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

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

I gotta know if it's real or not

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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