This is a song about "A hot summery day"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Stop pretending like ya absurd words are sending a hot shipment,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But like the sun in a foggy day

I need money in a major way

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Adducated , have a day there

You appear as if you care

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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