This is a song about "Sex shooters drugs"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Too much sex appealing.

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Convertibles with turbo jets

And we havin' rough sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

The sun's always out

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters