This is a song about "1st of the month"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

1st class on him, choices were so disgusting!

We vegetables, on them record labels

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

It's my 1st time but you know im bouta in work

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Your not the great so don't ever put the king in your mouth, 1st round ko ding ding and im out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud