This is a song about "4 season food"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

Though it seems that sinnin', is a continuum season