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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Those up on the fence are all incompetent,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Societal freaks still prided on spinning the leek, how tragic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Because our exams become the challenging fence