This is a song about "Death sex time"

Just who is malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

After lebron, i'm what's next

I call heads, but i get sex/

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,