This is a song about "Convertibles in the summer"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

So in "one calm summer night," the man who looked untroubled had done something fright

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Probably getta summer home, in miami

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And let them lames get your old number

In the heat of the summer,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs