This is a song about "October 9"

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

With a 9 in the belt

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

That's too many problems, too late to think over

August and september, and by the start of october

I knocked you out like anesthesia

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

You better get yours fore i reach mine