This is a song about "Summer hits"

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

And i ain't frontin for her

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

She crazy, that stalker shit

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

I shine, you shine, so we shine