This is a song about "June 28 1914"

This is reality, livin life unhappily, snap out of ya fantasy or else yull lose your sanity

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

June to september was the period of the flood

Killing men women and children day after day murdering in every way, the shits unimaginable,

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

I'm not moving like a cartoon

By a crackhead named june

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Starting on june the 15th

With foreign names, valet the range