This is a song about "Bad sex"

I call heads, but i get sex/

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

My all gold rolly or the

Malcolm sex is still a

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And that i spent the night with her

Now im a registed sex offender

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her