This is a song about "Last month"

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

But i'm broke as fuck and i don't get paid 'til the first of next month

I just write that right by a mic stand

I refuse to ever come in last

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

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

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit