This is a song about "A hot summery day"

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Adducated , have a day there

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Cuz i never go a day

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

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

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different