This is a song about "September"

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

June to september was the period of the flood

But in september you took your life once and for all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

August and september, and by the start of october

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

September 2nd will go down in history

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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