This is a song about "Summer nights"

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

At bunker hill hot summer,

My records sell, yes sir