This is a song about "Comm arts 11"

I work hard for everything i get

9/11 was way worse than anticipated

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Consequences of my charming chatter up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh