This is a song about "Last month"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Was last year, lookin all clammy

To reds i ain't know how to act

It's sure to be the last

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Mary jane keeps me high like every day