When someone is so hot like a flame (bunsen burner preferably) that you stand behind an W8 bus as you do not want the rocket in your pocket to be seen.
Kwame: "Did you see that chick last night?"
Myke: "I'm gay so no, i wasnt looking"
Edward: "I'd give her a nickel to tickle my pickle"
Kwame: "She is the tip of the inner blue cone, HOTTTT"