This is a song about "Summertime sadness"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

My sadness was passing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Niggas surrounded by sadness

Here i go again, searching for love

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

I try to be the guy, you think about

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Never really been into the ice

She prefer the dutty wine

My summertime sunshine

My reign lulu's son shine

My summertime sunshine