This is a song about "The earths seasons"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

From the bottom to the top

Okay man you do the drop

I'm the nigga with the juice

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

In the heat of the summer,

Baby, you know who you are

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Not the change of the seasons but the suns that shine

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla