This is a song about "Deep conversation on them summer nights"

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I can see it clear as summer sun on a saturday

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines