This is a song about "Black history month"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'll make you history...

Had a place in history

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

It's usually once a month, this is some feat i've accomplished

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

I'll make you history...

Nothin sweet when i attend, see