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

A terrier unable to hop the fence and still/

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Bitch you’re jumping over the wrong fence,

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones