This is a song about "My summer song"

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Yea, i been humble too long

This is the end of my fucking song

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

She said my last song was uterly amazing

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Got a new song in my brain.

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

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Wonder where i went wrong

I'm inventing my own song.

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst