This is a song about "Summer memories"

My childhood was full of bad memories

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

My direction good, well-rounded type

Summer school? ya, ok.

Reading shit my critics say

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Memories we renovate cause we're living..

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

My father is the cause of these memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

At bunker hill hot summer,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are