This is a song about "Sex drugs hate"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I am not the only one

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense