This is a song about "The seasons"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Rub my back, then let me lay

The truth but thats the way

Be my mother lover

In the heat of the summer,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

The streetz is aint the safe

From where they praise

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

You be on that stalker shit

Got the passion for the music