This is a song about "A hot summery day"

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Then some lady named billie holiday

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Everyday's a good day,

If you didn't know i feel this way

Round my motherfuckin way

Cuz i never go a day

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

Gonna fuck a hot oriental rental

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,