This is a song about "11 years"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Light years away from its current place in time

Met him two years ago, thought he was insane

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

8 years years is a lot to go through, but damn,

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Eight years old i cant believe when i think back

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

There she lied two years ago in my embrace

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Holdin' it in for four years, almost in tears

In a few years ima be taking the lead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

You had me fooled for all those years with your lies

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs