This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Westside, bitch i run mine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

I gots cravin for a number nine

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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

Eleven years old and left all alone.

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Writin' rhymes since eleven, values were surely taught,

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money