This is a song about "Comm arts 11"

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Hope all over again, we can start

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Consequences of my charming chatter up