This is a song about "Flavour of the month"

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Off your favourite flavour packet of crisp

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,

Or closed casket for our troubles

On the 5th of the first month,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Yup sure,i came from the dirt,ordained from his his birth and i'll remain on this earth

Hear my story than sus the pages, reading rhymes with fresh flavour for those haters,