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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

A terrier unable to hop the fence and still/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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