This is a song about "Summer the church girl"

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

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

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

And we go to the church

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

The world is so corrupt, you can't even trust the catholic church,

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

The church is so fucking evil

We don't believe you, you need more people