This is a song about "Sex drugs cars"

And we havin' rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

After lebron, i'm what's next

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops