This is a song about "Summer in da hood"

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

My records sell, yes sir

In the heat of the summer,

People always dying in the hood, stood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook