This is a song about "Month"

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Less than a month together but i wrote love to you as a beginner

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

Or closed casket for our troubles

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Waiting til the beginning of the month for the check

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet