This is a song about "Black history month"

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

You tend to repeat yourself like history

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Wanna see you work your body

History, like yo clique will be

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Suspended for a month, i still got him in the features

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Go down in history like dracula

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'll make you history...

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty