This is a song about "Convertibles in the summer"

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

In the heat of the summer,

A full time sex slave, never find another

Like jeans in the summer, oh what a bummer, i wonder

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You is not hip then i can not coach her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

2014 summer coldest, im the last surviving thats still potent/