This is a song about "Bush did mine eleven"

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

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

Beat around the bush, told you be straight up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

We race foreign cars, custom models

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fire up the burning bush

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see