This is a song about "September"

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

June to september was the period of the flood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

But in september you took your life once and for all

August and september, and by the start of october

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

September 2nd will go down in history

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

When i used to play outside with my brother in september