This is a song about "Summer 1960s"

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I said i'm hurting her

Super summer , yellow hummer

Are you perfect motherfucker

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Think i need another play

Summer school? ya, ok.

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

Low income no bills getting paid

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger