This is a song about "Month"

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

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

I call it speaking tongues

On the 5th of the first month,

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

Another one till he cums and leaks for a month

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time