This is a song about "Butt sex"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We fight then we have make up sex

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex