This is a song about "Underground pain sex"

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

Coming out from underground,

And i don’t take no dames out

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Cause i fuck all her brains out

On top of the world but underground