This is a song about "Summer season"

That damier bag i bought her

I left for one summer,

I guess it's that time of the season

I hit your block and we can box for fun

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

How simple they are

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

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

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

In the heat of the summer,

My records sell, yes sir

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come