This is a song about "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 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.

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

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

The next day you is everybody target

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

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

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack