This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

In my hand theres a nine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Bet i get like 8 of them

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though