This is a song about "Three eleven"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Yo man bars part number three

Please boo what's your size crazy

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried