This is a song about "Month"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

It's usually once a month, this is some feat i've accomplished

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But i'm broke as fuck and i don't get paid 'til the first of next month