This is a song about "Pregnancy and sex"

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

You would bet on malcolm sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness