This is a song about "Summertime with friends"

By becomin friends with "the monster"

That damier bag i bought her

My summertime sunshine

And now these hoes are on my line

With other people, my family, my friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

My summertime sunshine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

My summertime sunshine

With serious impedence, shake hands and say let's be friends/

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

With friends and family

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks