This is a song about "Summer chill"

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Lady at the frank stand will

Called up yo girl to come chill

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

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer