This is a song about "Science sex"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Cause they can test animals for science

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I con science, an icon to my alliance

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since