This is a song about "Summer the church girl"

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Priests might even glance for the sake of the church.

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

Listen to the church praise while i watch the water raise

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

And we go to the church

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

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