This is a song about "Clifton and summer"

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

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

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Couple years later they had my brother