This is a song about "Month"

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Or closed casket for our troubles

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

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

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures