This is a song about "Pops dying god thugs guns sex kids smoke"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just who is malcolm sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence