This is a song about "Writing the next summer hits"

Blood is on the leaves through summer but i'll never fall,

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

From the platinum hits to unlicensed shits

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

While they was laughing i was writing my next chapter

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her