This is a song about "Comm arts 11"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

9/11 was way worse than anticipated

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Consequences of my charming chatter up

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing