This is a song about "Sex and alcohol"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

That hands you weed and alcohol

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets