This is a song about "Weed bitches murder sex"

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

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

I call heads, but i get sex/

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just who is malcolm sex

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

I'm a dogyeah, yeah i rap harder

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But i know i see better days