This is a song about "Moving to year eleven"

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Have you listened to anything new this year?

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

After every show, a dream she hold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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