This is a song about "Your soo hot"

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

With hot bars i hit hard- leaven your charred split scarred

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Who running your block and what chick be hot

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Your election, over im soo the bigger man

Slapping cuz i'm hot and your caught in knot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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

This is the part where we run hip hop

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs