This is a song about "2014 2015 2016"

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Starting out now 2014... i shine

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I think 2014 will be the greatest

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift