This is a song about "Buzzcut season"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Preseason before the season better size it

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I guess it's that time of the season

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Without me for reason their would be no season

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

Same reason why i'm entitled, lame season i turned enticing

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting