This is a song about "Summer s over interlude"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Probably getta summer home, in miami

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

At bunker hill hot summer,

Super summer , yellow hummer

Make me another brother

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame