This is a song about "Calendar"

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Yet i still manage every day.

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Stuntin on the mic showing my style my style-lyst

Check it, so, my chin's high like a japanese pilot

And we here to stay

Its time for judgment day

If you didn't know i feel this way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Maybe i could live with this maybe solar eclipse this, yeah

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

When i'm sober i'm a grouch and stay heated like solar