This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Eleven years old and left all alone.

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

My heat concealed and its that black nine

In my hand theres a nine

But most of the time

Promise me you won't step out of line

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Guess im ahead of my time

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks