This is a song about "The earths seasons"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

And let them lames get your old number

In the heat of the summer,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Got the passion for the music

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

The realist in the game

And i put that on my name

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Not the change of the seasons but the suns that shine