This is a song about "Breakups and sex"

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Me and your mum had rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Where did my time go? i let it fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets