This is a song about "Summer camp"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

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

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

In the heat of the summer,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My records sell, yes sir

I left for one summer,

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

My conscious only knew whats half tight