This is a song about "Season"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

The name just was beautiful as the autumn season

Not only high, but i season you cats

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting