This is a song about "Killing summer"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

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

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

I’ll never use a rubber

At bunker hill hot summer,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Never lookin for a handout

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

It's always summer whenever we're together,