This is a song about "Sex with you"

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Holla at your rude boy

Go play with your sex toy

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I don't sex a lot if you understand my flow

The world looking out, they on the front row

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex