This is a song about "April 11"

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

This april: capable of grabbing ladles

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

I said pay me it’s nothing

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

That's just the way, as april turns to may,

Must be something you want me to see

Romans 2:11 for god shows no partiality