This is a song about "Handbags cherries summer"

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I think it excited her

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Displaying like a movie trailer saying "coming this summer,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for