This is a song about "Sumer times"

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

High advice, we are in blight times

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

Before we see it's hard to live

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Got a flock full of dimes

Relive all the good times

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I apologized a trillion times

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive