This is a song about "Comm arts 11"

9/11 was way worse than anticipated

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I'm getting better every increment

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

On they car note to go to the club

Consequences of my charming chatter up