This is a song about "You re hot"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

I make her cum a lot

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Lemme tell you why they hating, cause im fucking hot

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Oakville yeah you kno i keep the block hot

If you've seen me skate you probably think im pretty hot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop