This is a song about "Summer relationship"

Took the van, went snatch her

I left for one summer,

Iceberg to titanic, mine and rap's relationship,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

A metaphor, for the insecure

At bunker hill hot summer,

Our relationship is worse than we left it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip