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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

While they was laughing i was writing my next chapter

While jeffy-d hits the bong

That's word to my mom

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

In the heat of the summer,

Make me another brother

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,