This is a song about "Season"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And when i get a team we'll be doing this every season

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

We keep it freezing at any given season

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

And i do it every season

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

The name just was beautiful as the autumn season

Without me for reason their would be no season

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy