This is a song about "Convertibles in the summer"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Probably getta summer home, in miami

The club underwater, have em running out the front

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I can rap from summer-time to when the snow is glistening

I stop and stare at the younger

In the heat of the summer,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer