This is a song about "Summer the church girl"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Speak a few words to assure the church he was worthless

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

And we go to the church

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

In the heat of the summer,

We don't believe you, you need more people

The church is so fucking evil

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

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