This is a song about "The seasons"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

The truth but thats the way

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

How fitting we at stadium

Do the math, get the sum

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Pay dues like a hair salon

The weed into the bong