This is a song about "Weed sex getting lit"

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

If you to check out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense