This is a song about "Jack sex bitches"

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

But failure's not an option, jack

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Just grab a jack, and relax

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

How bout we blow this bit

"im not saying jack shit"

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

Quick flipping up sexy back