This is a song about "Progress"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

There's still room to progress,

I heard that statistic i almost cried

An archetype, always progress with what i write

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

Progress, nah now i digress, leave and know

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

Where the process projects the problematic progress

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I ain't happy with the score

Get the best progress more

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs