This is a song about "Summer nights with you"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Some nights you'll find pain with no gain, is this all my brain can contain

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Been spending most our lives

Under heavy strobe northern nights

I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door