This is a song about "Lambo sex ass chains"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just who is malcolm sex

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Talking about the god you serve

Lambo, royce and rovers

I fucking hate this job

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Got your girl in my lambo, she likes it, she knows

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,