This is a song about "Last summer"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

It's always summer whenever we're together,

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

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

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

And there's little to be glad for

At bunker hill hot summer,

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

I left for one summer,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder