[Verse 1: Natti] It's bout that time when niggas start sweatin like slavery Harsh heat make looking down the street all wavery Ladies that bundled up in winter, unwrap and wave at me Wanna have it made in the shade beneath the cainopy Canopy, can it be beautiful? The season Summer under investigation, give niggas reasons To shorten up they fuse, look violent on the news More families to sit sobbin silently on the pews Over stepped on shoes or some other shit that's petty Guns and sun equal the relationship that's deadly Hear it in this medley, feel it in this song Feelin the burn, somehow we un-learn our sense of wrong My concern is why does summer gotta be gone? For straps to stay in the home of us that ought to be grown No more altercations where bullets gotta be thrown But that dream is ice cream meltin off of the cone, feel me