This is a song about "Superbowl sex"

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I must go like fly route

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I call heads, but i get sex/

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Now im a registed sex offender

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds