This is a song about "Winter and summer"

Word play, word play

Summer school? ya, ok.

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

At bunker hill hot summer,

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

That damier bag i bought her

I left for one summer,