This is a song about "23 september 1996"

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

But in september you took your life once and for all

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But regrettable lines and all those failures were making my consciousnesses forgettable

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

Jesus! this god-forsaken, generation! they can't even have a normal conversation!

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation