This is a song about "August alsina"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

August and september, and by the start of october

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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