This is a song about "Your soo hot"

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

You get butthurt over a battle verse just face it your not hot

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

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

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks