This is a song about "Clifton and summer"

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Wait now that is some true summer madness

Trying to get back to this thing called love

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

But i do quite well with all the bait

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Me and your sister had a great summer but she kept calling so i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

My records sell, yes sir

At bunker hill hot summer,

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Like the chimes on a warm summer night