This is a song about "Three eleven"

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

And you know its just us three

Oops, i'm so sorry

Yo man bars part number three

I'd done stacked many

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

At the age of fuckin three

You a lady boss, now you fly free