This is a song about "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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that