This is a song about "Sex"

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Now im a registed sex offender