This is a song about "Eleven"

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

For the emcees i'm commencing nine eleven with these rhyming rockets

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

When i became eleven. same age i made my first confession,

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw