This is a song about "Top eleven"

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Eleven years old and left all alone.

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Get a heath at the 7-eleven

Magic city tipping them