This is a song about "Inazuma eleven"

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So many of us, must be seven hundreds, many proppers and eleven others

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I'ma impact the world like nine eleven/

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating