This is a song about "Graphic sex"

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Graphic or pg edited rite

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds