This is a song about "What causes the seasons"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

The fakes just wondering what.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Waiting for the seasons to weaken it seems like a good idea

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

But it causes a delay; i'm set back at least a day

Wishing my problems away, wiping what might causes the pain

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Rhythmic repetition, causes seismographs to fritz

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/