This is a song about "11"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

I know what it takes

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I'm getting better every increment

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust