This is a song about "Vim 11"

Auxiliary artist, independently,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

When they here today what you say to them

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

I'm getting better every increment

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Consequences of my charming chatter up