This is a song about "The seasons"

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

The truth but thats the way

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

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

Pay dues like a hair salon

The weed into the bong

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Not the change of the seasons but the suns that shine