This is a song about "Sex with olle"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next