This is a song about "The summer time"

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Like jeans in the summer, oh what a bummer, i wonder

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties