This is a song about "Child sex"

This is fine dine take out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

They had a hell of a run

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Then you look like a fucking fool

I first had sex in preschool

Candy on my skull can call me a child

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex