This is a song about "Spring speepers"

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

They are not confident when im talking

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

What is hittin' for