This is a song about "Summer holidays"

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

Probably getta summer home, in miami

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

At bunker hill hot summer,

Just so happens mine they prefer

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

Wait now that is some true summer madness