This is a song about "Summer hits"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

It's moe, all i need is more chips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

Udc where he met my mother

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Make me another brother

Super summer , yellow hummer

Couple years later they had my brother

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer