This is a song about "Underage sex"

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

We fight then we have make up sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I may be underage but i'm bankrupting all these pubs

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/