This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

And ill murder anybody in my eyesight.

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense