This is a song about "Moving to year eleven"

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Moving to mars, i am, cause i already dominated earth/

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Condolences to your career barely been in here a year

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing