This is a song about "Sex you"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Convertibles with turbo jets

We fight then we have make up sex