This is a song about "Guns sex"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Malcolm sex is horrible

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I call heads, but i get sex/

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You just do your thing chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex