This is a song about "May"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Sorry, i may be jittery

Its just another day in may

She say she fucking with me the long way

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

I may not be the prettiest

Bitch, i might make you my baby

You may say i'm crazy

Half your body laying on my chest

And we may not be perfect

And whatever may come

Hoes row got beans in them

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

So they taught me to spray

Last of a dying breed

It may be a bad deed,