This is a song about "Popularity summer dance love"

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I left for one summer,

She can't be my mother

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

It's always summer whenever we're together,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

All i ever wanted was some popularity

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Really i was the one trying to dance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

And i like the hoes that need passion