This is a song about "Summertime of 2015"

Of being of always getting wired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Roll around in that cool summertime blackness

My summertime sunshine

Break it down one time

Out of mind out of sight

Parallel on the other side

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

They bringing me fish and chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes