This is a song about "Angry butt sex"

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

I be murdering bars

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I may exaggerate but butt sex aggravates me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

When your sad angry happy

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch