This is a song about "November 11 1918"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And just so you know,9/11 wasnt a coincidence

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Orbital trajectory, sight set higher

Those days in november

Uh, for worse or for better

About disaster in the world and

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose