This is a song about "Extra trestial sex"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome

The world is so typical

Extra salt on the frizzle

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets