This is a song about "Handbags cherries summer"

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

At bunker hill hot summer,

I thought i recognized her

Wait now that is some true summer madness

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

Probably getta summer home, in miami

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

But thy eternal summer shall not fade