This is a song about "Summertime sadness"

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

I dwell within sadness

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Westside, bitch i run mine

My summertime sunshine

Niggas surrounded by sadness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness

Roll around in that cool summertime blackness

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

Would trigger me #giggles and poof all my sadness

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love