This is a song about "Cars drugs sex"

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

After lebron, i'm what's next

Just who is malcolm sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex