This is a song about "Thug sex"

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

That shit was wack as fuck

Like im some sorta thug

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Now im a registed sex offender

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense