This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I gots cravin for a number nine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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