This is a song about "Breakups and sex"

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Your developmental league don’t see a team

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense