This is a song about "Kentavious morgan october 9th"

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

August and september, and by the start of october

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

The 1st, the 16th of april, october and 10:55 of december

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

The world isn't as red as you think, october

October november

I am much better