This is a song about "November 11 1918"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

When that money calls i holla back

This beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track

And i ain't got what it takes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Don't underestimate anything i do

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

If his bitch insist on getting sick