This is a song about "Flavour of the month"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

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

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

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

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