This is a song about "Think sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Now im a registed sex offender

The only time i flirt with her

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Vijay singh and all of them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets