This is a song about "Summers still on the fence"

Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

They're still hustlers on the fast track moving asap kid,

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

A terrier unable to hop the fence and still/

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I can taste the salt from my tears

Bitch you’re jumping over the wrong fence,