This is a song about "First summer love"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Poke out from behind her

Were running wild tonight

It was love at first sight

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I mean she ya first love what you expect

Cause he's too much of disgrace, he didn't love me in the first place

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

At first it was my job to love you, but after this, i'm gonna retire.

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire