This is a song about "Summer the church girl"

My records sell, yes sir

In the heat of the summer,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

So just dance to the sound of the church bells chime

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

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

Them people see my good side

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

This is mighty triumph you can hear the celebrations from the choirs in church

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

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

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her