This is a song about "Three eleven"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Its evident, im better than eleven men at everything

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Eleven years old and left all alone.

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

From the discussion of top three

And its simple as that baby

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Yo man bars part number three

So while the world goes drake crazy

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son