This is a song about "Summer song"

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Used to run the streets but now i'm runnin' every summer/

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Never lookin for a handout

That damier bag i bought her

In the heat of the summer,

You're listening to this song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

We at the top where we belong

Instead of singin' the same song

Can barely finish a song

Most times when a liquor all gone

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

And you ain't doing nothing wrong