This is a song about "Season"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

It stays the same, i'll change the game and bring a new season

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

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Preseason before the season better size it

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that