This is a song about "Sex with john"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Went to a lie detector for a test and the truth came that you had sex with different men

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

2 of her friends in the back boy

Go play with your sex toy

And all women who had light features, see

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks