This is a song about "Honey bun sex"

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

A military mind mean money

Forget it you just want the money honey

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I will grow taller then you honey

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex