This is a song about "The seasons"

I'm the nigga with the juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

While trying to deal with life and the changes in the seasons.

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

I think it excited her

In the heat of the summer,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits