This is a song about "August"

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

August and september, and by the start of october

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

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