This is a song about "Sex money guns"

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Remember my guns like a mic,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets