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

I make "hits" the beats "high" -err

Three town homes in delaware

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

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

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

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

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Only writing awesome hits

And the v12, that's on various trips

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

Yeah that motor be the fastest

Coming out the top 5 hits list