This is a song about "11 years"

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

Met him two years ago, thought he was insane

I am the result of years spent revising,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Let's enjoy our younger years while they last

And spend the next years of you denying it

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And his been doing it for years im out cheers

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

You had me fooled for all those years with your lies

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real