This is a song about "New season"

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Though it seems that sinnin', is a continuum season

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Without me for reason their would be no season

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast