This is a song about "September screams her name"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader

Listening to all my screams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

There must be another route, way out

When you fuck her savage is aall she screams and shout

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot