This is a song about "Gay sex"

It wasn't about the sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I call heads, but i get sex/

After lebron, i'm what's next

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks