This is a song about "Popularity summer dance love"

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Really i was the one trying to dance

On the slow jam of love

Pens dance across pages,

At bunker hill hot summer,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Your last wish, wanna dance?

But you don't have a chance

Probably getta summer home, in miami

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

If i should die before i wake

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

All i ever wanted was some popularity