This is a song about "August"

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

August and september, and by the start of october

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.