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

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

She might be goin' home with me tonight

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

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

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.