This is a song about "Summer love"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Wait now that is some true summer madness

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

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

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

And you're, approaching me right

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I’ll never use a rubber

Oh i gotta face the day

Summer school? ya, ok.