This is a song about "Moving to year eleven"

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

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

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Starting at the feet an moving to the endings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

After every show, a dream she hold

You was to young a 18 year old

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll