This is a song about "Three eleven"

And losin all his money

Or two. or maybe three?

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I touched down in 77'. figured out i would not last by the age of eleven.

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

I delete they history

For that j number three

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

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

At the age of fuckin three

We like to party

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Yo man bars part number three