This is a song about "Ass clapping gay sex"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

While you're down, i shall not feel bad about clapping

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

Ruining your life just to pay for there gay ass program.

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Bruno mars gay ass trying to play with my dick. listen.

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women