This is a song about "My summer song"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Summer i'm going to bed, other things in my mind like my brain is gonna spread

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I live my life in tha fast lane

Got a new song in my brain.

This is my break-up song,

Everyday a star is born

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

On the radio, that's my favorite song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,