This is a song about "7 eleven home"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Nobody is going home

Went home with some time to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Play this shit while you contemplate

And know they'll go home and mate

But rather than singing non praise the dude

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Even when i'm home alone

So i guess you think you grown