This is a song about "Works progress"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Still a work in progress.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Inspiration works two-fold.

But that's because my brain works opposite

And california on that jerk shit

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

An archetype, always progress with what i write

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Battling only works with certain components

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love