This is a song about "Last summer"

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

2014 summer coldest, im the last surviving thats still potent/

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Must be something you want me to see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

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

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

At bunker hill hot summer,

A metaphor, for the insecure

It's always summer whenever we're together,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure