This is a song about "Summer and going to the beach"

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Its open mic night and i'm going to win the grand prize

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I'm shook, right hook to the heart and i'm praying i'm going to make it

Head to the beach and try to sink

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

I can rap from summer-time to when the snow is glistening

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Put burners in the hands, of the black man