This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Would look at us all the time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

For the emcees i'm commencing nine eleven with these rhyming rockets

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I gots cravin for a number nine

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

1 to 10 you may be the best, but i'm an eleven.

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Eleven years old and left all alone.