This is a song about "Three eleven"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

While i'm making history

Fuck, i was number three,

1 to 10 you may be the best, but i'm an eleven.

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Fuck that now trying get the money

At the age of fuckin three

Yo man bars part number three

And its simple as that baby

High heel wearer, hell of a body

And you know its just us three