This is a song about "August"

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

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

August and september, and by the start of october

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

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