This is a song about "Sex songs"

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

From punky little songs for competition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Wussup with all these love songs?

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Your body's right as rain

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex