This is a song about "Wait until the season come out burn the temperature turn up and them girls them a bleach and come out"

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I wear a disguise every time i come out to the light

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

Penncounting pennys over tha years

So fuck 'em, wait 'till sun up and that's when my time will come

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

And laying them out into anagrams on the floor?

Knowing that i need you

Do you.and come out the ass do do

Just went out and bought them the greatest ipad ‘n

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men