This is a song about "Buzzcut season"

And i do it every season

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

There's hard work to be done during the season of inundation

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

When they here today what you say to them

We keep it freezing at any given season

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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