This is a song about "Sex pistols"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Malcolm sex is still a

You made me wanna

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Couple years later they had my brother

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love