This is a song about "Mister eleven"

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Tongue twister like a braid, mister, dont overrun my parade

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot