This is a song about "September 11"

9/11 was way worse than anticipated

I never crack i got that chap stick

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

August and september, and by the start of october

But in september you took your life once and for all

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