This is a song about "May"

For thinking you clean

Brotha lynch may be mean

Reading shit my critics say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Neither black nor white

While he may be outta sight

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And we may not be perfect

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

You may think i'm obliterated

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Remember that day on the 25th of may