This is a song about "Season"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Not only high, but i season you cats

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun