This is a song about "Every season"

Preseason before the season better size it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I guess it's that time of the season

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Though it seems that sinnin', is a continuum season

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

It stays the same, i'll change the game and bring a new season

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done