This is a song about "Seven sex"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Because they weak, like seven days.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just who is malcolm sex