This is a song about "Summertime of 2015"

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Of being of always getting wired

My summertime sunshine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

My summertime sunshine

And now these hoes are on my line

Not king james, these were coke kings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Of which im not exactly proud of,

All we need is convienient love