This is a song about "Nine eleven"

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Eleven years old and left all alone.

All my niggas get together to gather loot

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

My heat concealed and its that black nine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Writin' rhymes since eleven, values were surely taught,

Beggars payin lesbians for eleven severed limbs

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics