This is a song about "Summer sleepover"

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Said when i do dirt wit her

I left for one summer,

Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

At bunker hill hot summer,

I’ll never use a rubber

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

It's always summer whenever we're together,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,