This is a song about "September screams her name"

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Or at least inquire similar desires

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

I saw her name like giving answers,

To bag and score, told me her name was jill so i raped her/

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

So take the stage just show me what you got