This is a song about "Sex faggots"

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

To push this faggots cork back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex