This is a song about "Summer chill"

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I left for one summer,

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Chill son, five more minutes

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill