This is a song about "On to spring"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Walking to town on the tracks

High as shit, i’m in a booth

To end up on the news

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

The shoulder, for you to cry on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Try not to lead her on

When you took my hand up so calm

Nobody to lean on