This is a song about "Every month"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

On the 5th of the first month,

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

With every syllable,every hit on the cymbal,

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

How every choice and every move made

Play this shit while you contemplate

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death