This is a song about "Summer time"

I left for one summer,

Going broke, no sir

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Wait now that is some true summer madness

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Observe: cock and spray

Summer school? ya, ok.

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

For now everything just seem so right

Like the chimes on a warm summer night