This is a song about "5 seconds of summer"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

Few seconds past and she's out of her... misery.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh