This is a song about "Have no friends"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

If you do have friends they stab you in the back

That you obviously have no intelligence

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

But i have something you never get! real friends, real bros. support everywhere,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I have no killer degree, cause

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I have no stability

It's no longer a new jack city

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

No good's from compliance, it's do or die, friends