This is a song about "Arm shark seen three seat cream please teenager eleven twelev"

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Now it's time to eat

I'm jumpin out my seat

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I'ma impact the world like nine eleven/

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

So keep fronting till my peeps come

And it rules everything around them

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

See, where i come from is hard