This is a song about "Handbags cherries summer"

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

Westside, bitch i run mine

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

Probably getta summer home, in miami

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought