This is a song about "Summer fuck"

Summer school? ya, ok.

Round my motherfuckin way

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

It's always summer whenever we're together,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Wait now that is some true summer madness

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Probably getta summer home, in miami