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"

Or burn a fuse and thats lights out and ill leave that option up to you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And the worst thing about them,

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

And i hear them gunshots ring out!

Get yours; you know what this about

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Just went out and bought them the greatest ipad ‘n