This is a song about "Fuck sex"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Quietly becoming a top tier

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I'm from the ville, boy

Go play with your sex toy

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex