This is a song about "Month"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Guess that means you can never be mine

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Suspended for a month, i still got him in the features

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

If the parade was scheduled for third month.