This is a song about "Summer"

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

At bunker hill hot summer,

And take ya'll supper

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

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

It's all over now, take it like a man