This is a song about "September song"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

I made a song at camp

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Help us find our inner song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You're listening to this song

Looking so damn right you're wrong

What would be a good song?

You were right here all along

June to september was the period of the flood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Hope you enjoyed the song