This is a song about "Girls"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Boy and girls watch me unfold

Hand to hand in the cold

You're uncool like my mother kin

Most girls want attention

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

I'mma sign that work and release that