This is a song about "What causes the seasons"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Rhythmic repetition, causes seismographs to fritz

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Wishing my problems away, wiping what might causes the pain

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Not the change of the seasons but the suns that shine

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Change flow like the seasons

Fuck, clean up on aisle six