This is a song about "Sex with john"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

That's why they can't mess up my flow

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And i like my window tinted out

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

I didn’t have sex with u like you said