This is a song about "Buzzcut season"

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

But not with my fists, i'm not a hypocrite, word's motherfucker, it's that season/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

If i don't make that man there dance

Not only high, but i season you cats

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And when i get a team we'll be doing this every season