This is a song about "We up"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

She said i'm ready to fuck

We never ever growin up

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

The cool say i'm thug

We goin out we showin up

On my back boy, holla back boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

We bursting doors like we just showed up