This is a song about "Wrestling the army sex"

It was the best sex it grosses me out

Never lookin for a handout

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

Cause this album pack enough evil

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

All my love to these queens in here