This is a song about "The come up season"

So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

There's hard work to be done during the season of inundation

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Fuck im so auspicious, tynna make mischief, come up on the mic

Come equipped, man we lock up lead in the nine,

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time