This is a song about "The seasons"

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

The streetz is aint the safe

Got the passion for the music

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

In the heat of the summer,