This is a song about "June 1"

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

Starting on june the 15th

And i pray that never change

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

She vying for number one, tryna be number one