This is a song about "Summer parties"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Going broke, no sir

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

I left for one summer,

Huh, i can't interpret her

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,