This is a song about "Five secnds of summer"

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

I don't know what you heard about

At bunker hill hot summer,

Udc where he met my mother

I left for one summer,

I don’t care where ya are

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Girl back up and give a high five

That damier bag i bought her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

The most intelligent people are always five moves ahead of everything,