This is a song about "Mister eleven"

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

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

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

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

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

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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