This is a song about "Steam summer sale"

Probably getta summer home, in miami

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

We blowin' off the steam when we really unplugged,

The only time i flirt with her

I left for one summer,

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Summer school? ya, ok.

Keep losing my way

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,