This is a song about "Summer campfire"

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

So we'll just suffer

At bunker hill hot summer,

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

And i ain't frontin for her

It's always summer whenever we're together,

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better