This is a song about "Sex with destiny"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

20 racks really thats sneaker money