This is a song about "August"

August and september, and by the start of october

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Hotter than camel toe on the first of august

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

The bitches is everything in between

Come august seventeen i'll be living the dream,

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed