This is a song about "Broken hand summer"

They got me trapped

To get to hold your hand

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

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

A full time sex slave, never find another

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Bet i get like 8 of them

Streaks are made to broken

Cold world no blanket son

Streaks are made to broken