This is a song about "4ft 11"

And just so you know,9/11 wasnt a coincidence

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

Romans 2:11 for god shows no partiality

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Auxiliary artist, independently,

You a lady boss, now you fly free