This is a song about "Sex scene"

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

People don't notice they think its a scene

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex