This is a song about "Summer"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

At bunker hill hot summer,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

Wait now that is some true summer madness

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

In the heat of the summer,

And i ain't frontin for her