This is a song about "Summer nights with you"

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

At bunker hill hot summer,

Said when i do dirt wit her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Make you cry for 8 nights, my rhymes are more terrifying than stage fright.

In the heat of the summer,

Good love then i can do that for her

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

The rough life, i just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nike's

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you