This is a song about "Season"

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

There's hard work to be done during the season of inundation

Though it seems that sinnin', is a continuum season

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

They'll have to rename this one

I guess it's that time of the season

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Without me for reason their would be no season

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Same reason why i'm entitled, lame season i turned enticing