This is a song about "I didnt get a chance to say"

Never gave me a chance to explain what i didnt do wrong

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

Tried to kill me before i ever got a chance to breath/ people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Gimme a chance to pick myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I didnt do much to get here but they scream cheat

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

And i drove off, didnt make a sound