This is a song about "Kill season"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Preseason before the season better size it

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

But not with my fists, i'm not a hypocrite, word's motherfucker, it's that season/

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Shit, we don't believe none of them

My life is like the snow season

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win