This is a song about "My loe for her"

When we not in summer

But i wrote this for her

Tryna blend in like few of my friends did - damn! there too i hardly fit in

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

All my love is on her

They used to call me the future

Something worth dying for

My dick won't even call her

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

But i wrote this for her

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Duct taped her cause i'd hate for her to escape/

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line