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

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

While a sit on the fence, hence the reason why i'm tense

He even offered that and it's still on the table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Together all the timethought it was true love

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine