This is a song about "Bear sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Flyer then the rest of them