This is a song about "Teacher sex"

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Just a place that they can come

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/