This is a song about "On dek"

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

When you took my hand up so calm

Aight, keep going, on and on

Now im getting them on

New message from mom

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on

Man it goes on and on

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom