This is a song about "Moving to year eleven"

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Have you listened to anything new this year?

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You was to young a 18 year old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Starting at the feet an moving to the endings

Please correct me, stretch marks

Day turns to night a new year starts

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I do this day to day year by year its a life style