This is a song about "August alsina"

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

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

August and september, and by the start of october

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist