This is a song about "November 11 1918"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I'm studying hard with no compensation,

Orbital trajectory, sight set higher

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either