This is a song about "Spring and summer"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Poke out from behind her

I left for one summer,

In the heat of the summer,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Summer school? ya, ok.

Reading shit my critics say

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for