This is a song about "The seasons"

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Got the passion for the music

The truth but thats the way

That's what they'll say

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

I'm the nigga with the juice

Its cold as shit in this booth

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I'll split when my brain weakens it's insane seasons

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna