This is a song about "Convertibles in the summer"

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

And i know - there'll never be peace

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies