This is a song about "Weed sex"

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I dont give a fuck about your sex

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Just who is malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense