This is a song about "Being 11"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

For being the absent dad in attendance

Rasie the bar to a level unattainable

Despite my life being' unavailable

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Damn now im being labeled as a hater

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Raising two kids, her lifes being overthrown

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

My dreams of being something were put on hold.