This is a song about "Summer"

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

As: other plans got in the way

Summer school? ya, ok.

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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

See, i like the person that you are

In the heat of the summer,

At bunker hill hot summer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside