This is a song about "August"

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

August and september, and by the start of october

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest