This is a song about "Midnight sex"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Now i live it out

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Finna take them home after midnight

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.