This is a song about "Summer associates"

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

It's always summer whenever we're together,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

Super summer , yellow hummer

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free