This is a song about "Handbags cherries summer"

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

A metaphor, for the insecure

Wait now that is some true summer madness

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I left for one summer,

Just so happens mine they prefer

Super summer , yellow hummer

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Displaying like a movie trailer saying "coming this summer,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are