This is a song about "Sunshine and lollipops"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

My summertime sunshine

My gold rollie tell time

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Third ward general, young cash money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Living young and wild and free

But we should be body to body

If i had on 'bama line

My summertime sunshine