This is a song about "The seasons"

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

I don't trust no one

Change flow like the seasons

Got a nigga seein things

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

In the heat of the summer,

Going broke, no sir