This is a song about "Sex drugs money"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Convertibles with turbo jets

And we havin' rough sex