This is a song about "Sex damien and lily"

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

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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Yo my name is damien, bitch, know i'm so confused,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets