This is a song about "Summer holiday"

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Take a buddy holly holiday

Displaying like a movie trailer saying "coming this summer,

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Probably getta summer home, in miami

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style