This is a song about "Motherfuckers having sex"

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

These motherfuckers want

Soon as we start

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Cold, my style making my nose run

I must go like fly route

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Having some prosperity

Third ward general, young cash money

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing