This is a song about "I love to kidnapp young girls then have sex with them"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Here i go again, falling in love again

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Then i force them to cum

How fitting we at stadium

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Girls now days i swear down there all sex mad

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

With love devine im saved, now all i have to do is