This is a song about "Handbags cherries summer"

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

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

That i will leave earth with her

I left for one summer,

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

A full time sex slave, never find another

10 chains i done copped em for the summer