This is a song about "All these girls"

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

What these girls want is the fame

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Its so sad to see these girls like you try to rap

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These girls be so crazy,

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

I'm begging these girls to put down the lotion

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense